After the cheerleader implodes, I'll still be here.
Any.
Way.
You.
Want.
Me.
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To date, this is how the very few interactions I've had with Never Trumpers have gone, because I want to talk about the Befor...
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It's been over for a long time now. The zombie Right now exists in a continuous state of aggressively rejecting basic observable ...
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Sweet Zombie JESUS, Drifty! Don't scare me like that! That's a hideous picture and a glowing testament to your Photoshop skills.
And I have to agree - we could see her implode as soon as someone asks her a definite question and not a softball. Then McSame's BFF will be waiting to pick up the pieces after the Zombie Candidate slinks back to Alaska.
That photo! Aiiieeee! Your photoshop skills will kill us all, Drifglass!!!!!
Dr. Driftglass, your photo Palintology expertease has managed to reveal the under-lying conservative ideological cunstant that was the deciding factor in McArmageddonHorny's VP serection. It's all in the lips, baby.
...eeewwww...
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Hasten hasten get the basin
oops, too late, get the mop.
Please stop. Vobanhttp://www.macgill.com/productDetail.aspx?catId=5&subcatId=61&product=12543 is expensive
Two weeks ago I laughed all the way through Suspiria.
Last week I saw Teeth and did not flinch.
That picture… creeps… me… out.
ewwwww.
just ewwwwwww!
I laughed so hard I spewed Iraqi baby blood all over my monitor! Big LULZ!
oh, you bastard. that's like some republican goatse. I hate you.
Hey, Sarah Joe
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand...
That's just great!! :D
Best of all, she gives the repubs the Hillary-stick, with which to beat on Obama and the democrats.
Oh: Hillary seems ok with that.
Dayum! Will take a moment to recover from that.
And as it's turning out... he shoulda picked ol' Joe.
No enemy can withstand this hellish apparition. Affix it to our shields and banners, they will flee in horror.
is that sarah smile?
my eyes, MY EYES
That's OldJoe's drunk text to McFossil, isn't it? OldJoe must've been three martinis into it, screaming about two-timin' bastidds, when it occurred to him that MooseMama was just a beard... and he still might have a chance...
The drunk text'll get ya every. damned. time.
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